Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Workman Song
Workman Song
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Selig McMahon
Sean Selig McMahon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Selig McMahon
Sean Selig McMahon
Producer

Lyrics

I spilled my colors onto the floor
Like a newborn babe unto the earth
I thought that it was righteous
But no, it’s not
No, it's not
I watched your fingers dancin' on my guitar
I watched the empires rise and fall
I watched as daggers rained down from the clouds
I watched your fingers dancin' on my guitar
I spilled my colors onto the floor
Like a newborn babe unto the earth
I thought that it was righteous
But no, it’s not
No, it's not
I gave you apples from our old tree
I gave you wisdom under the sun
I gave you something that we could not see
I gave you You, and to me, you gave Me
I spilled my colors onto the floor
Like a newborn babe unto the earth
I thought that it was righteous
But no, it’s not
No, it's not
I laughed at my footprints swimming away
I laughed at preachers with nothing to say
I laughed with all the dead men ’til they were all out of breath
I laughed at my body for being made of flesh
I spilled my colors onto the floor
Like a newborn babe unto the earth
I thought that it was righteous
But no, it’s not
No, it's not
And I thought that a dream was never coming true
And I thought it was strange that Me, instead, is You
I thought that oceans only waved when I looked their way
And I thought that Jesus Christ was dead
But I touched His wounds and I saw His face
I spilled my colors onto the floor
Like a newborn babe unto the earth
I thought that it was righteous
But no, it’s not
No, it's not
No, it's not
No-oooh, it's not
Written by: Sean Selig McMahon
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out

Loading...